??? someone broke into my grandmas house while she was gone & shaved the matted fur off her cat
i want to emphasize that the cat was the only thing altered here
would also like to add that this occcurred sometime between 11 pm & 9 am. we have no leads. the cat is fine & probably appreciates not having a huge mat on his neck, but, like, that’s a really weird kind of vigilante justice, still
Virgil: Nah, the other Sides and I are more… connected, I guess, to Thomas concerning physical appearances and stuff than you guys are with Jack. So whenever Thomas goes back to brown, the rest of us will follow suit.
Robbie: Color it!
Virgil, slightly confused: Well, I mean, yeah, that’s what Thomas is gonna do when he–
Robbie: Nooo, Vir! You! [looks up from his drawing and points at Virgil’s hair with his marker] You color! Color yourself!
Virgil: Wait, you mean like… dye it myself, right? So I can keep the purple even after Thomas goes back to brown? Is that what you meant?
Robbie: Yeah!
Virgil: I…huh. I never thought about trying that, actually. I dunno if it’ll even work, but I guess it’d be worth a shot?
Robbie: Yeah!! Do it, do it!!
Virgil: [snorts] Heheh, alright, alright. I’ll let you know if it works once I get around to it, Robbie. I promise.
Robbie, smiling: Okay! [goes back to coloring his drawing]
I remember @markired answering an ask a while ago saying that Virgil and Robbie would be good friends, and I absolutely agree with that, so have these two anxious grapes spending some time together and being friends! 💜🖤
Now we know for certain where Trump stands on Net Neutrality…not that there were any doubts.
This doesn’t mean that it’s the end of the road. Far from it.
Even if he vetos the CRA, remember: it will take a 2/3 majority vote to override the veto.
We just need to put nose to the grindstone and remind the Representatives that in the face of Parkland and the Russian collusion, their jobs are on the line in November. If they’re on the wrong side of the matter, they are gone.
Russian interference or not.
I won’t lie: revolution is becoming inevitable. But let’s hold that nuclear option off as long as we can, okay? We may be able to turn the tide without it yet.
Robbie groaned softly as he sauntered into the kitchen, craving something to eat. Unfortunately everyone was either away or too busy to help him, but he figured he could get some food himself no problem.
Lucky for them, he’s become adept to eating other things besides flesh, like candy, pizza, or cooked meat.
Rubbing his eye, he stood in front of the fridge and curled his grey, stitched fingers around the handle. It took him several tries, but eventually he managed to get it open despite his arm nearly popping out of its socket. The zombie didn’t think he had to use that much force to get it open.
The first thing he saw made him drool a little: it was a large, one pound, fruit punch-flavored gummy in the shape of a brain.
Was it for him? It had to be. Nobody in the house loved gummies and chewy stuff more than him, of course!
As Robbie reached for it, though, he noticed something sitting in front of it that…he didn’t think belonged in a fridge. It was a note of some kind and small, black gauges.
When he grabbed them, though, upon closer examination he realized they had white skulls painted on them. With a small hum he felt the black gauges he already had on, before looking at his nails to see some of the paint had chipped off.
He was probably long overdue for some new ones.
After setting them down on the table he grabbed the gummy and placed it beside the gauges, before taking the note and reading it:
The gummy and the glow-in-the-dark gauges are all for you. Only the best for the sweetest zombie that I’ve ever met -The Gauge Gifter
Robbie smiled a bit, flattered by the sweet message of this unknown person. He hummed and sat down at the table, seeing that something was written on the other side of the paper:
The skulls glow, but do you know who else can make things glow, too?
He blinked slowly in surprise, although he had an idea of who you were referring to.
But the smell of fruit-punch overwhelmed his senses and he decided to set aside the note for now as he began to ravenously dig into the gummy brain. –
